by N. P. Martin
"So, Ethan," Routman said, changing the subject, as diplomatic as ever. "Word is you’re working directly for the commissioner now, and that you and Walker here are handling the more…weirder cases. What the fuck’s that all about?"
"Like fucking Mulder and Scully." Stokes laughed to himself until I stared at him once again.
"Hey, we’re not judging," Routman said. "We know how much weird shit goes down in this city. Lord knows, I’ve seen enough myself over the years."
Yeah, and turned a blind eye to it like all the rest, I thought.
"Well," Stokes said, pushing his luck. "I can’t think of a better man than you to be investigating shit like this. What are you thinking, Drake, Devil worshippers like the news is saying? Or maybe graveyard ghouls or a hungry werewolf?" He laughed to himself as if the whole thing was ridiculous.
Taking a last drag on my cigarette, I crushed the butt under my boot and stepped up to Stokes, looking down on him as I considered how easy it would be to crush his skull with my bare hands. "Do yourself a favor and get the fuck away from my crime scene before I bury your broken body in this graveyard. I’m sure your wife’ll not miss you."
Stokes’ jaw hardened in anger, and he tensed up as if he wanted to hit me. His own fear and insecurity soon betrayed him, however, and he backed down. "You’re a real asshole, Drake," he muttered before walking away.
"Good luck with the case, Ethan," Routman said. "I’m going home to my family." As he went to walk away, he stopped. "I didn’t mean—"
"I know what you meant," I said.
Routman gave a small sigh before heading after Stokes, who had almost reached the front gates, the media crew outside getting ready to descend upon him, which gave me some satisfaction at least.
"According to Hannah’s memories, you used to be partners with those two," Walker said. "They don’t seem to like you very much."
"I’m not in this life to be liked by anyone." I turned toward the crime scene, thoughts of my dead daughter going through my head. "Come on. Let’s make like Mulder and Scully and see if we can’t solve this thing."
"Okay," Walker said. "But who are Mulder and Scully?"
"The truth is out there, Walker,” I said as I trudged on ahead to the crime scene.
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Books By N. P. Martin
Ethan Drake Series
BLACKSTAR (PREQUEL)
INFERNAL JUSTICE
BLOOD SUMMONED
DEATH DEALERS
BLACK MIRROR
HELL PATROL
INFERNAL VENGEANCE
Gods And Monsters Trilogy
SERPENT SON
DARK SON
RISING SON
Wizard’s Creed Series
CRIMSON CROW
BLOOD MAGIC
BLOOD DEBT
BLOOD CULT
BLOOD DEMON
Nephilim Rising Series
HUNTER’S LEGACY
DEMON’S LEGACY
HELL’S LEGACY
DEVIL’S LEGACY
Greytown Horrors Series
DARK SOLSTICE
(MORE TO COME!)
About The Author
I’m Neal Martin and I’m a lover of dark fantasy and horror. Writing stories about magic, the occult, monsters and kickass characters has always been my idea of a dream job, and these days, I get to live that dream. I have tried many things in my life (professional martial arts instructor, bouncer, plasterer, salesman…to name a few), but only the writing hat seems to fit. When I’m not writing, I’m spending time with my wife and daughters at our home in Northern Ireland.
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